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Wintering Nantucket
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Wintering Nantucket |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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A sentinel, this sea whose frigid foam's a fluid picket assigned an anonymity to defend. The wind, it's constant howl shrieks a warning, as whirling cossack riding vigilant of solitudinal end. Snow, blinds on seamless shores, wide ramparts of this island, whose watch is served by stoic ghosts on iced parapets. Uneven cobblestones, ancient streets, attend as frozen moats, protecting hermitage unmoving rivulets. Pine not in sympathy, the self exiled poet, who forlorn so shuttered seeking solace for a wounded heart. As far as he could flee from the mainland, as this isle long torn against the warmer will of his chosen art. In cozy cottage lit by candles, dancing to the unseen draughts of silent whisperings from creviced winds Winter frames his windows, they're etched by ice to rounded portals, the long night's reflection only mirrors what's within. Here he's hibernated from the harmful heat known of passion and the souless hungry eyes so 'oft pitfalls. To write and read (to hide?) to diet from enamoured ration and freeze the mechanism of his watches call He's thus denied the feast, remote he hears not carnal growling, in time with space he prays his soul forget and in the thaw released to Spring a fleshier man revealing in solstice, life and not bones from it's banquet. "Happy people have no history" - French Proverb |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
And hidden 'mongst decaying leaves he grieves silently in solitude but knows that Spring always arrives in dew time |
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The Lady of Shallot Senior Member
since 2001-10-03
Posts 818USA |
Nantucket holds a special place in my heart and this poem, well, let's just say it's right there along with it now, thank you for posting this. -befriend yourself and you will never be alone- |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
his gaze is empty of pleasure for his heart now is buried in ground frozen with pain of ghostly memories that warmed a body once filled with passion but which now runs for fear of that desired not returned *sigh* your writing does have a way of getting to me. Very well done.  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
This has a very introspective, personal feel about it... well done, indeed... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
In cozy cottage lit by candles, dancing to the unseen draughts of silent whisperings from creviced winds Winter frames his windows, they're etched by ice to rounded portals, the long night's reflection only mirrors what's within. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Would love to visit here. Very well done...excellent piece. Nancy. ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh Richard thank you for this, truly! Now I am so excited to see what you have written here, who needs pictures. You my friend have a gift, and I am so proud to know you. Wonderful job on this Richard, now one of my absolute favorites of yours. ~*~ Carpe' Diem ~*~ |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Wintering indeed...in feeling, movement, sight, sound, even taste in hungering for something more...or less the obsession. You are amazing...I've told you that...I tell you still... Sincerely, Regina |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Fantastic writing, Richard! You certainly are a gifted writer. Excellent! |
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